[ Her confusion only matches his as he goes on, terms like "drift" and "ghosting" going right over her head. But they seemed important, and she listens to him intently even as her hand comes up to his cheek just to signal him to slow down, give him something to focus on when he grabs her wrist.
When she speaks, her voice is warm and level, calm, thumb stroking over his cheek with a measured ease he can time his breathing to in long counts of five seconds. His eyes screw shut and he's clearly struggling with something, nothing she can wrap her mind around and ease its grip on his mind from without knowing, but what she can do is ask: ]
Newt? It's all right, just breathe. What's your favorite color?
[ Redirection, prompting thought and starting easy. She doesn't know where he is right now but he's trying to ground himself with her and she'll do her best to help. ]
IT IS A-OK I STILL LOVE YOU I GUESS
When she speaks, her voice is warm and level, calm, thumb stroking over his cheek with a measured ease he can time his breathing to in long counts of five seconds. His eyes screw shut and he's clearly struggling with something, nothing she can wrap her mind around and ease its grip on his mind from without knowing, but what she can do is ask: ]
Newt? It's all right, just breathe. What's your favorite color?
[ Redirection, prompting thought and starting easy. She doesn't know where he is right now but he's trying to ground himself with her and she'll do her best to help. ]